You speak as if you know of it.
Your broken teeth, it lets out lies.
No trust a word from your flirt kit,
Silent deceits you speak blue cries.
A game, you say; a joker be art.
Be hurt in vain. A say, a cake it melts
Beneath sunlight, tainting hands a mark
A blue as feather. Inked. Dare out for help.
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- Category: Love
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